I grew up in a home filled with music.
Both my parents have admirable voices. My brother Lyle plays the guitar like a pro. My brother Leo sings and conducts for various choirs. My sister Doree composes her own songs. My little sister Beth is in training. Practically everyone except me is melodious.
Browsing through papa’s videos, I realized we had documented his last night alive.
CORO CANTABILE was his last visitor that night, singing him three songs in a row, a capella.
It made me smile to think Papa left earth bearing wonderful melody and was welcomed up there with a chorus of angels.
Very fitting for a man who loved music.
Here’s one of the beautiful songs from that night: